Nothing until your last class of the day

Your head was resting on your hand, and you were sure it still smelled a bit like cum even after you had washed it several times. Why was the memory of that gross stuff all over your hand not leaving your mind? The feeling of his dick in your hand...

God, the teacher was boring. Add to that that you were now kind of traumatized when it came to chemistry, and... well, you weren't all that invested in listening. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it free, trying to be as sneaky as you could. You placed it on your leg and glanced at it...

A text from Randy. Suspicions rising, you opened it up.

Randy: Was thinking of our fun earlier. Made this.

The next message came through, a video file. The preview image made your blood run cold. Phone returned to pocket, you raised your hand and asked to be excused to the bathroom and rushed out once given the okay. You headed to one of the stairwells and ducked under the stairs, hoping that no one would wander there in the middle of a class period. You pulled out your headphones and popped them in and played the video.

It was from the classroom earlier, the perspective of the camera from the desk it had been resting on. It started with you reaching for his pants, and as you hit play you watched as the you on the screen started working to free Randy's dick.

you watched the whole thing, amazed that it had taken ten minutes. It hadn't felt like ten minutes at the time. The only thing that gave you pause was a quick bit of editing, taking out some of your exchanged words. If you hadn't known what had really been said, you probably would have missed it. Now, seemingly unprompted, you said you wanted him to cum for you.

Your eyes were locked on the jets of cum that he shot and what dribbled over your hand until the video ended. You sat under the stairs, trying to not lose your shit, for a few more minutes before typing a reply.

Me: What the fuck?

Randy: Wanted to make sure we wouldn't forget the fun we had. Plus, this can serve as a reminder of what's to cum

You winced, getting the implication. This was more damning than the initial picture. With this, it seemed like you were willingly participating in this. Your phone buzzed, another text from Randy.

Randy: Meet me at the gym after school.

You stared at the message, not sure what to do. Was there any way out of this other than doing what he wanted?